The Nine-Tails' Rampage didn't last long. By the next day, news of the outcome had already spread throughout the village.
The Fourth Hokage had died in battle with the Tailed Beast.
Fortunately, the Third Hokage survived and temporarily resumed leadership of the village.
The damage was catastrophic. Entire blocks of Konoha lay in ruins. Countless civilians were dead. Even among the shinobi ranks, many had fallen defending the village.
Hatred for the Kyūbi simmered deep and immediate—especially among those who had finally begun to hope for peace.
But none of this had much to do with Ishiki.
He was still busy adapting to this world. Still doing his part at Konoha Hospital.
Earning a little money doing temp work. Testing new discs when he had rare moments of peace.
His house had been obliterated during the Kyūbi's attack. Though the village had promised reconstruction, that would take time.
Until then, he stayed at the hospital. With Renge around, he had more freedom there anyway.
Over time, he discovered something else: people whose memory discs were returned could indeed recover. But without their ninjutsu discs, they seemed to forget how to mold chakra or use jutsu altogether.
He still had plenty of discs.
Not because he didn't want to return the ones he no longer needed—but because, for now, he couldn't.
On the second day after the incident, major clans like the Uchiha and Hyūga moved their wounded out of the hospital and back to their own compounds.
Which meant even if Ishiki wanted to return the discs, he had no way to reach the original owners.
And the ones he was most worried about... were the eyes.
One pair of Sharingan.One pair of Byakugan.
The Uchiha and Hyūga clans were notorious for how highly they guarded their dōjutsu.
If a clan member recovered from near death but couldn't activate their kekkei genkai anymore—there would be an investigation. Without question.
But what could he do?
He couldn't just stroll into clan territory and hand the discs back. That was suicide.
So he made a decision: he wouldn't return any more discs at all.
This way, even if someone discovered that a recovered patient had lost chakra control, they'd never link it back to him.
Whitesnake's ability was simply too strange. Unless the discs themselves were exposed, Ishiki believed the risk of being found out was nearly zero.
Still, he grew more cautious.
He was still too weak.
If someone decided to tail or probe him, he probably wouldn't notice until it was too late. So now, using his Stand—and using the discs—had to be done with extreme care.
As for stopping altogether?
Not a chance.
Ever since he realized he was in the world of Naruto, one thing had been burning in his mind: power.
In this brutal world, only strength could grant him freedom over his fate.
Among the discs he'd gathered, some stood out:One was from the Akimichi clan, brimming with secrets of expansion jutsu.Others were more generic—common ninjutsu like Shadow Clone Jutsu, Water Dragon Bullet, or Earth-Style: Mud Wall. There were a few basic genjutsu and taijutsu techniques too.
But the vast majority? Repeats of Transformation, Substitution, and Clone Jutsu. The staple bread and butter of non-clan Genin.
Learning jutsu through discs still took effort.
He didn't learn from theory. Instead, inserting the disc gave him practical recall—he knew how to cast the jutsu, but not why it worked.
So he'd cast the jutsu, again and again, slowly building a feel for chakra flow and hand seals, trying to reverse-engineer the deeper mechanics.
He knew the result, knew the execution—but had to reconstruct the principles through repetition and instinct.
It was faster than traditional training, sure—but not instant mastery. Not true understanding.
And he was just twelve.
His chakra reserves were shallow.Add in his hospital duties, and he barely had time left to train.
But it couldn't be helped.With so many dead, every remaining shinobi was needed.Konoha was running on fumes.
Now it was mid-October. In just a couple of weeks, his Stand would cycle—and be replaced.
He figured that was just enough time to grasp the basics of the jutsu on his discs.
As for those two eyes?
No time to explore them at all.
He also had a major question brewing:
Would the discs disappear when his Stand changed?
Would they vanish?Be automatically returned to their owners?
If they stayed, using them further might be problematic. And if he needed to remove one from his body…
…yeah, no simple solution there.
Another thing bugged him—his Stand had been seen.
He didn't know how many people in this world could perceive Stands. In JoJo, only Stand Users could see Stands. They were a manifestation of the soul.
But this world had a different kind of power.
Chakra—a fusion of physical and spiritual energy.
Here, someone with strong spiritual perception or a unique sensory ability might very well be able to see or sense a Stand.
He needed to test more. Learn more.
Still—someone had seen Whitesnake. That much was clear.
Lately, rumors had begun to spread through the hospital.
About a perverted ghost in purple fetishwear haunting the halls.
Ishiki knew exactly who they meant.
Whitesnake had been spotted.
The Stand was livid—ready to attack whoever had seen him.
But Ishiki knew better.
Whitesnake talked tough, but he was a coward at heart. After seeing the Nine-Tails with his own eyes, the Stand wasn't about to pick a fight with anyone strong.
He would behave. For now.
It was around five in the afternoon when Ishiki wrapped up another exhausting day.
He stretched, bones creaking, ready to head back to his temporary quarters in the hospital dorms.
But then—
As he stepped out of the breakroom, he spotted a group of familiar faces down the hall.
"Kurenai. Hayate? You came to see Chinatsu?" Ishiki asked, unsurprised.
During his memory sorting, he'd learned something interesting—he was a classmate of Kakashi.
Not that it mattered much.
Kakashi had been going on missions since forever. Ishiki had only just become a Genin this year. His missions so far had been trivial—escort tasks, parcel delivery, lost item retrieval.
"Hey! Don't leave me out!"
A broad face with thick eyebrows popped into his field of vision, blocking the hallway light.
"I heard you got admitted! Thought you were hurt like Chinatsu! But turns out you're working here! And I heard from Guy you were the one who saved her!"
That was Might Guy. Loud. Boisterous. And kind of impossible to ignore.
Kurenai was close to Chinatsu.Gekkō Hayate was Ishiki's friend.
He did note one absence—Asuma Sarutobi usually stuck to Kurenai like a shadow. Today, he was nowhere in sight.
As for Guy, he'd been here before.
After all, Guy and Ishiki were neighbors. Practically grew up together—though Guy was older, already a Chūnin.
He'd come as soon as he heard about Chinatsu being hospitalized.
"Yeah, yeah, you've seen enough," Ishiki muttered, gently pushing Guy aside.
"Chinatsu'll be discharged in a couple days. She'll be fine with rest. But…"
He paused. Sighed.
"…her father didn't make it."
Chinatsu's family had run a stationery shop. The Nine-Tails' rampage had obliterated the area. Her father had been there, manning the store.
There was never a chance.
All things considered, even finding the body and burying it three days later… was a blessing.
A cruel, bitter one.
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I will post bonus chapter if we reach 300 power stones !
300 power stones = 1 bonus chapter